The youngest member of Clan Weasel got hisself neutered on Friday. The day after Thanksgiving seemed an especially cruel time to go about it, but it had to be done (by law in this state). He was in and out in a couple of hours. They told me he’d be groggy, he wouldn’t want food for a few hours and to keep him quiet for a couple of weeks.
When I got him home, he sprang out, bit the cat, ate her food, ran upstairs, spread himself out full length on the bed and had a snooze. Clearly, he still has a little Man Stuff left. Poor little bastiche.
In honor of Damien’s remarkable gonads, I have created the following Flash memoriam. I should’ve realized WordPress wouldn’t like me embedding stuff, so I had to stick it somewhere else. Click the title to be whisked away to a dedicated window.
Farewell, brave lads!